Smells Like Betrayal: Exposing My Wife and Her Rich Lover
Language: en
My wife, Chloe, had another man's scent on her. It wasn’t sweat, and it certainly wasn’t alcohol or cigarettes. It was a bold, aggressive woody fragrance. Expensive, sophisticated, with an underlying, seductive warmth. I don't wear cologne. As an interior designer who spends his days surrounded by drywall dust and paint fumes, I usually smell like sweat and construction materials. To me, cologne is an unnecessary luxury. My wife never used it either. 1 "You're back?" Chloe walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bath towel. Water droplets slid down the smooth curve of…